FireA Poem by TazzieI was bored so I don't really knowThe wind brushesh the through her hair as she skips around the lighted fire , crackle , crackle the sound , that destressed her seeing the flames rise. Orange , red what ever colour they was they certainly looked beautiful rising like a person through out there life. Thinking that you could get rid of that somthing that easy just by sparking a flame The smell .... well that was the best the foggy musty smell filled her lungs and she skipped around She turned to see somthinng she had never seen before a man stood quite a mile away his yellow jacket shone under the full moon , what did he want?, was he admiring her dancing. The man started to talk forwards as she stopped prancing around the deviloush fire. 'Hello' Shouted the man a deep cloudy voice. 'Oh no she thought it was those men father had told her about he had come to stop her fun. 'You do kno-' He began to shout but before he could she turned on her heels turning the ground beneath her alittle bit,'Oy' he shouted but she didnt stop speading like a bullet out of a gun
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1 Review Added on December 24, 2011 Last Updated on December 24, 2011 AuthorTazzieManchester, United KingdomAboutHey its tazzie111316 i really love writting and i've started doing alot of it in my english lessons. The poems (and others) i put on here are just little things i've made to practice my writting skil.. more..Writing
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